Bye Bye, Earth (2024) s01e03 Episode Script
Farewell to Those Who Play the Land
1
You're the last person I
expected to see here.
I take it your chick finally left the nest,
Lablac.
You could say.
She hacked my arm clean off.
I barely survived.
My body pulled through,
but I can't say the same for my sword.
As reckless as ever.
Give me one reason I should patch this up.
You wrought that blade, Dram.
No one else can mend it.
Still smoking illusions, I see.
How's little Shandy?
Gaff's not so little anymore.
He'll be the next prince of fortune.
Does he know how sacred ashes are made?
I doubt it.
But someone's gone to the
castle to uncover the secret.
The girl of reason.
She's the answer to our prayers,
heir to all my teachings
and wielder of a sword you wrought.
I left my guidance within her.
Guidance
That which shows the way
In time, it will lead her to places
even we never reached.
She's the child of our dreams.
We'll need someone who's
suspicious of reason.
Do you have anyone in mind?
The Army of Insatiable Emptiness
has a keen nose.
The principles of this land will
finally be put to the test,
Deus Ex Machina included.
I'll have your sword delivered
as soon as it's ready.
I hope we meet again.
Bye Bye, Earth
Bye Bye, Earth
Arena of Blades
I am Kir Royale, one of the four solists
who oversee the rite of contracts!
This is hardly how I pictured our rematch.
Kir Royale
He must be the solist from back then.
I don't see myself losing to anyone,
but will I be able to cut
him now that I'm cursed?
I raised this new sword from the
seeds of the one you shattered.
Behold my Lived.
Having my sword broken made me stronger.
For that much, I thank you.
Everything we are hangs on this duel.
I trust you realize that!
Sure I do.
Adonis?
I thought you detested Schwert Musik
played to entertain god.
Scwhert Musik
What brings you here?
That's her, right? The girl
who learned from your master.
She has one hell of a sword, all right.
Belle "Little one," huh?
I can clear any hurdle
as long as I have you.
Listen to his sword roar!
But I know victory is mine!
Got him!
He's not cut?
After the blow he took?!
It looked like a clean hit to me.
My curse
How do I win if I can't cut him?!
Only one way!
Finish me.
This is all I can do.
I have no other choice.
What are you
Don't!
How could she break his sword?!
I don't believe it!
How shameless can she be?!
Where's your sense of reverence?!
Writhe in fear, you featureless freak!
Fear will make your pay!
Bring down the hammer of fear!
The hammer of fear! The hammer of fear!
The hammer of fear! The hammer
of fear! The hammer of fear!
This is how I do things!
If you don't like it,
come down and fight me!
The hammer of fear! The hammer of fear!
Glory to the victor!
You have overcome your trial
in the rite of contracts.
I admit defeat.
You are strong.
Like hell I am.
We shall welcome you as
a solist, little one.
I didn't come to Park City
to play Schwert Musik.
You who knock on the door of journeys,
we bid you await three duties.
In accordance with the
crest of Schwert Land,
you shall play three pieces of
Schwert Musik to soothe our god.
But that alone will not suffice.
We bid you encounter chance.
Chance?
Observe the curse with which
you have been tasked.
In so doing, you shall ultimately
receive a blessing.
What's this?
Sacred ashes.
Sacred Ashes
Gaff.
These are sacred ashes?
Hey!
Th-That's enough. I'll take
care of the rest on my own.
What's wrong? Those burns will scar.
I can't help it. The pain faded
so fast, it creeped me out.
That's what sacred ashes do.
Here. Hand me those.
Even pain seems fake in Park City.
You fought well against Kir.
I'm proud of you.
But—
Solists spend their lives raising
swords as an extension of themselves.
Once broken, a sword ceases to grow.
It can only wither.
I know that already!
But if I can't cut people, I'll have
to break the swords of everyone I fight.
I'm out of step with everyone else.
It's the same old story over and over again.
Would you sacrifice that girl on
the altar of your own desire?
Do you seek vengeance on our god,
the god whose curse binds you?
You were born royalty.
You were born a priest.
By becoming an Enola, you escaped our god.
By becoming a nomad,
you escaped our kingdom.
What did your destined pupils amount to?
What did you gain at your journey's end?
We see. So, you've returned
to say your farewells.
So, you've returned to destroy us.
That one will go far away
The girl of reason.
Now, truly, we release you.
Live as one of the dead.
None will pursue a dead man.
Not even a god.
Don't you agree, Sian?
Farewell, little brother.
Oho.
I see. So, this is the Stein der Weisen.
Stein der Weisen
Philosopher's Stone
What a bizarre taste. Positively sickening.
What a fool. Who would give that up,
and the threads of fate with it?
I don't even need to bother recalculating.
All formulae mine,
go forth and spread word.
Formulae
Ah, there it is.
Sacred ashes?
Adonis said we can bring our
swords back to life with this stuff.
You mean it?
It's weird, though.
He said something about it
"testing the evil in us."
Who cares?!
Once my sword's back in action,
I'll teach that rabbit and that featureless
freak a lesson they won't forget!
I swiped this thing from the rabbit.
I'll use it to lure him out and—
I see you never learn.
Remind me, to whom were you
going to teach a lesson?
How'd you get in here?!
I'll only need mental math to deal with you.
I-It burns!
Fire!
Sweet nightmares.
So, this is Schwert Land's
local specialty, eh?
Horrible stuff.
Well now, someone certainly enjoys
the sound of their own singing.
I won't be getting involved.
My beloved wouldn't fall prey
to purgatorial dreams so easily.
Would you, girl of reason?
Those sacred ashes sure are something.
They work so well it freaks me out,
but I'm still glad to have them.
I'm glad you've recovered in time.
Evil solists will raid the
Under East district any day now.
What?!
They'll strike right around
where your parents live.
If you knew that, why didn't
you say something?!
It would go against the Law of Theme.
The king knows of the planned raid,
but only solists chosen by
divine summons will do battle.
Divine Summons
If we wait till they attack,
it'll be too late, genius!
The selection is about
to begin in the castle.
You expect me to wait for that?!
Won't you?
I get it.
Gaff's not allowed to say anything,
but deep down, he
What if I don't get chosen?
You'll need to pay your sword's
weight in gold denari.
I'll go broke for sure if it comes to that.
Am I too late?!
Dad! Mom!
Dad?!
What happened to the people here?
Where are all the townsfolk?!
Th-The outsiders took them all
So this is a fight over farm-players, huh?
The outsiders don't have
many instruments or crops,
so this would be life-and-death
for them, but still.
There they are!
Have at you!
That brat's bad news.
Let's get her!
I'd heard a wild child showed
up in Park City, but this?
Damn!
Whoa!
Luck's not on our side.
Here.
She erased my spell with her damn sword?!
Took them long enough.
I managed to cut it!
Belle?
Mom!
It is you, Belle!
Oh, thank goodness!
Belle! Belle!
Belle.
Dad!
I'm so glad you came back to us, Belle.
You look older than I remember.
Dad! Mom!
Thank you, Miss Solist.
Mom and Dad had a real daughter
What's your name, little miss?
Bellein.
Bellein
Belle's little sister
Bellein? "Belle's little sister"?
Belle, if you'd like—
I'm glad I got a chance
to repay you for raising me.
I'm going to become a nomad.
It's gone!
I must've lost it in the fight.
Oh well.
I'll come out on top sooner or later.
That was one hell of a wild child.
Hey, Mist, what's that you've got there?
It's the wild child's.
For real? You swiped it off her?
So what? I got frustrated.
She was out of our league.
A rabbit?
What do you want with us?
I haven't come to fight.
I'd like to ask you for a favor.
Good evening, young lady.
Are you looking for something?
Huh? Oh, no.
Nothing I'll ever find, anyway.
Well then, would you join me for a stroll?
Oh, but I've forgotten to introduce myself.
Kitty the All is my name.
I'm—
I know who you are, Belle Lablac.
H-How do you know my name?
You've been looking after a boy.
His name is Kitty the Nothing.
I'd like to express my gratitude.
So, what, you're his brother or something?
Where I come from, all Rabbitia are family.
Where are we?
On the Rocks.
All lands have places where nomads gather.
This is one of them.
I feel weirdly at home here. I wonder why.
I just requested a song.
Wait, what?
That swallow woman is a traveling
troubadour. She sings for a living.
She'll sing? Really?
Are you planning to grow
crops here or something?
You can't be building something,
so why'd you ask for a song?
True, I don't require a
song to create anything.
What?
Play your key.
All while the broken mirror cut you,
you kept seeking what you hoped to find,
for you knew it was your road home.
You squint your eyes against
the newborn radiance.
When that time comes, may even you, little one,
find a way to live where true peace is.
Oh, let us wake
without casting any more spells.
"May the curse of our traveler-to-be
become a blessing in time."
Or so I take her meaning.
Huh?
Thank you.
She cannot speak except when she sings.
Her nomad's curse, I presume.
Did she really not make anything?
She has such a beautiful singing voice.
I suppose you see that as wasted potential.
But I won't forget her song.
She sang my name, "little one." Belle.
Did you find what you were seeking?
Huh?
Your parents may have heard that
song, too, somewhere or other.
A song for one soon to begin her journey.
So that's it.
They got the name "Belle" from that song.
They knew I'd go traveling someday,
but they still gave me so much
I found what I was looking for
Third Movement
Farewell to Those Who Play the Land
He's not looking down on them.
Solists can't grow without cutting things.
I hear people call you the sword thief.
The balance will shift considerably.
This selection couldn't be worse.
Fourth Movement
Spell of Proof Still Distant
You're the last person I
expected to see here.
I take it your chick finally left the nest,
Lablac.
You could say.
She hacked my arm clean off.
I barely survived.
My body pulled through,
but I can't say the same for my sword.
As reckless as ever.
Give me one reason I should patch this up.
You wrought that blade, Dram.
No one else can mend it.
Still smoking illusions, I see.
How's little Shandy?
Gaff's not so little anymore.
He'll be the next prince of fortune.
Does he know how sacred ashes are made?
I doubt it.
But someone's gone to the
castle to uncover the secret.
The girl of reason.
She's the answer to our prayers,
heir to all my teachings
and wielder of a sword you wrought.
I left my guidance within her.
Guidance
That which shows the way
In time, it will lead her to places
even we never reached.
She's the child of our dreams.
We'll need someone who's
suspicious of reason.
Do you have anyone in mind?
The Army of Insatiable Emptiness
has a keen nose.
The principles of this land will
finally be put to the test,
Deus Ex Machina included.
I'll have your sword delivered
as soon as it's ready.
I hope we meet again.
Bye Bye, Earth
Bye Bye, Earth
Arena of Blades
I am Kir Royale, one of the four solists
who oversee the rite of contracts!
This is hardly how I pictured our rematch.
Kir Royale
He must be the solist from back then.
I don't see myself losing to anyone,
but will I be able to cut
him now that I'm cursed?
I raised this new sword from the
seeds of the one you shattered.
Behold my Lived.
Having my sword broken made me stronger.
For that much, I thank you.
Everything we are hangs on this duel.
I trust you realize that!
Sure I do.
Adonis?
I thought you detested Schwert Musik
played to entertain god.
Scwhert Musik
What brings you here?
That's her, right? The girl
who learned from your master.
She has one hell of a sword, all right.
Belle "Little one," huh?
I can clear any hurdle
as long as I have you.
Listen to his sword roar!
But I know victory is mine!
Got him!
He's not cut?
After the blow he took?!
It looked like a clean hit to me.
My curse
How do I win if I can't cut him?!
Only one way!
Finish me.
This is all I can do.
I have no other choice.
What are you
Don't!
How could she break his sword?!
I don't believe it!
How shameless can she be?!
Where's your sense of reverence?!
Writhe in fear, you featureless freak!
Fear will make your pay!
Bring down the hammer of fear!
The hammer of fear! The hammer of fear!
The hammer of fear! The hammer
of fear! The hammer of fear!
This is how I do things!
If you don't like it,
come down and fight me!
The hammer of fear! The hammer of fear!
Glory to the victor!
You have overcome your trial
in the rite of contracts.
I admit defeat.
You are strong.
Like hell I am.
We shall welcome you as
a solist, little one.
I didn't come to Park City
to play Schwert Musik.
You who knock on the door of journeys,
we bid you await three duties.
In accordance with the
crest of Schwert Land,
you shall play three pieces of
Schwert Musik to soothe our god.
But that alone will not suffice.
We bid you encounter chance.
Chance?
Observe the curse with which
you have been tasked.
In so doing, you shall ultimately
receive a blessing.
What's this?
Sacred ashes.
Sacred Ashes
Gaff.
These are sacred ashes?
Hey!
Th-That's enough. I'll take
care of the rest on my own.
What's wrong? Those burns will scar.
I can't help it. The pain faded
so fast, it creeped me out.
That's what sacred ashes do.
Here. Hand me those.
Even pain seems fake in Park City.
You fought well against Kir.
I'm proud of you.
But—
Solists spend their lives raising
swords as an extension of themselves.
Once broken, a sword ceases to grow.
It can only wither.
I know that already!
But if I can't cut people, I'll have
to break the swords of everyone I fight.
I'm out of step with everyone else.
It's the same old story over and over again.
Would you sacrifice that girl on
the altar of your own desire?
Do you seek vengeance on our god,
the god whose curse binds you?
You were born royalty.
You were born a priest.
By becoming an Enola, you escaped our god.
By becoming a nomad,
you escaped our kingdom.
What did your destined pupils amount to?
What did you gain at your journey's end?
We see. So, you've returned
to say your farewells.
So, you've returned to destroy us.
That one will go far away
The girl of reason.
Now, truly, we release you.
Live as one of the dead.
None will pursue a dead man.
Not even a god.
Don't you agree, Sian?
Farewell, little brother.
Oho.
I see. So, this is the Stein der Weisen.
Stein der Weisen
Philosopher's Stone
What a bizarre taste. Positively sickening.
What a fool. Who would give that up,
and the threads of fate with it?
I don't even need to bother recalculating.
All formulae mine,
go forth and spread word.
Formulae
Ah, there it is.
Sacred ashes?
Adonis said we can bring our
swords back to life with this stuff.
You mean it?
It's weird, though.
He said something about it
"testing the evil in us."
Who cares?!
Once my sword's back in action,
I'll teach that rabbit and that featureless
freak a lesson they won't forget!
I swiped this thing from the rabbit.
I'll use it to lure him out and—
I see you never learn.
Remind me, to whom were you
going to teach a lesson?
How'd you get in here?!
I'll only need mental math to deal with you.
I-It burns!
Fire!
Sweet nightmares.
So, this is Schwert Land's
local specialty, eh?
Horrible stuff.
Well now, someone certainly enjoys
the sound of their own singing.
I won't be getting involved.
My beloved wouldn't fall prey
to purgatorial dreams so easily.
Would you, girl of reason?
Those sacred ashes sure are something.
They work so well it freaks me out,
but I'm still glad to have them.
I'm glad you've recovered in time.
Evil solists will raid the
Under East district any day now.
What?!
They'll strike right around
where your parents live.
If you knew that, why didn't
you say something?!
It would go against the Law of Theme.
The king knows of the planned raid,
but only solists chosen by
divine summons will do battle.
Divine Summons
If we wait till they attack,
it'll be too late, genius!
The selection is about
to begin in the castle.
You expect me to wait for that?!
Won't you?
I get it.
Gaff's not allowed to say anything,
but deep down, he
What if I don't get chosen?
You'll need to pay your sword's
weight in gold denari.
I'll go broke for sure if it comes to that.
Am I too late?!
Dad! Mom!
Dad?!
What happened to the people here?
Where are all the townsfolk?!
Th-The outsiders took them all
So this is a fight over farm-players, huh?
The outsiders don't have
many instruments or crops,
so this would be life-and-death
for them, but still.
There they are!
Have at you!
That brat's bad news.
Let's get her!
I'd heard a wild child showed
up in Park City, but this?
Damn!
Whoa!
Luck's not on our side.
Here.
She erased my spell with her damn sword?!
Took them long enough.
I managed to cut it!
Belle?
Mom!
It is you, Belle!
Oh, thank goodness!
Belle! Belle!
Belle.
Dad!
I'm so glad you came back to us, Belle.
You look older than I remember.
Dad! Mom!
Thank you, Miss Solist.
Mom and Dad had a real daughter
What's your name, little miss?
Bellein.
Bellein
Belle's little sister
Bellein? "Belle's little sister"?
Belle, if you'd like—
I'm glad I got a chance
to repay you for raising me.
I'm going to become a nomad.
It's gone!
I must've lost it in the fight.
Oh well.
I'll come out on top sooner or later.
That was one hell of a wild child.
Hey, Mist, what's that you've got there?
It's the wild child's.
For real? You swiped it off her?
So what? I got frustrated.
She was out of our league.
A rabbit?
What do you want with us?
I haven't come to fight.
I'd like to ask you for a favor.
Good evening, young lady.
Are you looking for something?
Huh? Oh, no.
Nothing I'll ever find, anyway.
Well then, would you join me for a stroll?
Oh, but I've forgotten to introduce myself.
Kitty the All is my name.
I'm—
I know who you are, Belle Lablac.
H-How do you know my name?
You've been looking after a boy.
His name is Kitty the Nothing.
I'd like to express my gratitude.
So, what, you're his brother or something?
Where I come from, all Rabbitia are family.
Where are we?
On the Rocks.
All lands have places where nomads gather.
This is one of them.
I feel weirdly at home here. I wonder why.
I just requested a song.
Wait, what?
That swallow woman is a traveling
troubadour. She sings for a living.
She'll sing? Really?
Are you planning to grow
crops here or something?
You can't be building something,
so why'd you ask for a song?
True, I don't require a
song to create anything.
What?
Play your key.
All while the broken mirror cut you,
you kept seeking what you hoped to find,
for you knew it was your road home.
You squint your eyes against
the newborn radiance.
When that time comes, may even you, little one,
find a way to live where true peace is.
Oh, let us wake
without casting any more spells.
"May the curse of our traveler-to-be
become a blessing in time."
Or so I take her meaning.
Huh?
Thank you.
She cannot speak except when she sings.
Her nomad's curse, I presume.
Did she really not make anything?
She has such a beautiful singing voice.
I suppose you see that as wasted potential.
But I won't forget her song.
She sang my name, "little one." Belle.
Did you find what you were seeking?
Huh?
Your parents may have heard that
song, too, somewhere or other.
A song for one soon to begin her journey.
So that's it.
They got the name "Belle" from that song.
They knew I'd go traveling someday,
but they still gave me so much
I found what I was looking for
Third Movement
Farewell to Those Who Play the Land
He's not looking down on them.
Solists can't grow without cutting things.
I hear people call you the sword thief.
The balance will shift considerably.
This selection couldn't be worse.
Fourth Movement
Spell of Proof Still Distant